So the Generation Y hipsters are dyeing their hair grey to be cool now? Please stop.
It’s crazy that there are two queues for the inner-city wash basins – the youngsters lining up to go grey and the oldies like me stampeding to reverse the process. Side by side at the salon sink.
Attention young people, don’t age yourselves on purpose. And, you, children of the instagram, stop calling it #grannyhair. That’s just rude.
I’m 41 and I’m 90 per cent grey. My hair started going grey when I was 18. I just can’t cope with being a silver haired old lady just yet so these hip, ironic youngsters doing their adaptation of that is, to me, just wrong.
The grey hair trend taking over Instagram. (Post continues after gallery.)
I wish I could celebrate my grey hair as the gaining of wisdom, a rite of passage, or even a billboard for growing old gracefully – but I can’t. I just find it embarrassing. If I let my frizzy curly hair go completely natural it would resemble a Brillo pad and my self-esteem would follow it down the drain.
I dye my hair bright red mainly because it suits my temper. But it also makes the white roots so obvious I have a permanent booking at my hairdresser’s every three weeks. As well as the obvious expense, that’s a lot of time sitting with goop on my head reading trashy mags.
If I try and stretch it our to four weeks I notice people talking to me but getting distracted by the silver halo around my face, or the neon white part along my scalp.